Virtual Queen

Oh what an addiction, obsession , affliction  
Has it developed into a clinical condition ?
I walk around in a dreamy trance      
The heart in London , the mind in France
Did it rain in New York tonight ?  
Oh ! Did that cat give you a fright ?      
A myriad thoughts run amok
With my phone screen always held aloft
Whattsapp, facebook , or plain old email
Has ruined the life of this poor female
I cook with one hand , dress with one
The phone a constant in the other one
Rarely I care bout what's been said
Lest I miss the latest status update.
I suck my breath and thrust my breast
For my DP I have to look my best
Oh! the milk is boiling but not yet spilt
And I have a few seconds to be killed
So out comes the magical screen so bright
I check a few messages in absolute delight
Oh damn ! The milk has boiled over
Who cares ? To the screen my eyes lower
I am pretty unhappy, if I may confess
As I stare desolately at the milky mess
But soon the virtual world beckons
And I am lost in it for eons and eons
A mother, a teacher I once had been
But I now pronounce myself the virtual queen
Oh what an addiction, obsession , affliction
Has it developed into a clinical condition ?